Midas' Touch

The Magic Touch

"Master, I can only give you three points," the voice informed in his head.

"Why I only get three points? This is the same like I did everyday."

"But you do this everyday, master. As I grow, my appetite also change."

"Seriously?" Brandon retorted. "I have to risk myself getting caught to feed you everyday."

"Sorry master. But you need to do something else more exciting."

"Something more exciting, huh?" Brandon muttered under his breath.

*****

Brandon shook his head, clearing his thoughts as he prepared for another mundane day at the restaurant. But as he wiped down tables and ready for the morning shift, his mind wandered, calculating new ways to increase his points. Desire and lust swirled through his thoughts like a predatory fog, clouding his judgment and consuming him.

"Hey, Brandon?" Lisa's soft voice cut through his reverie like a knife, pulling him back into the reality. Her quiet demeanor held a hidden sensuality, making it impossible for him to ignore her presence.

"What's up, Lisa?" he asked, forcing himself to focus on the conversation.

"Uh, I was just wondering if you could help me with my homework." she said hesitantly.

"Sure, after I check the drinks in cooler" he nodded his head.

"Thanks"

As she gracefully strode away, he couldn't help but admire the elegant lines of her lithe form, accentuated by every curve of her hips. The gentle sway of her long, dark hair caught the sunlight and seemed to dance along with her.

Lisa had only been working at the restaurant for a month. Her kind, innocent face immediately intrigued him, and he couldn't help but develop a crush on her. However, his low level of confidence prevented him from doing anything more than just working alongside her. It wasn't until a week after he received the bracelet that his charisma had improved enough for him to strike up some small talk with her. He soon found out that she was a freshman at the same university he attended and she took one of Ms. Catherine's class.

"Well, she is tough. Not gonna lie." He commented about the class. "But if you work hard, you will be in her good grace."

*****

The restaurant lay shrouded in a peaceful hush, the dim lighting casting a seductive glow over the empty tables. Lisa's voice cut through the silence, timid but insistent.

"Hey, Brandon? Remember the promise?"

"Sorry. Suddenly it got busy." he replied, his heart skipping a beat as he seized the opportunity to be near her. "Let me take a look at your homework."

They settled down at a secluded table in the corner of the restaurant.

"Okay," he began, feigning concentration on the textbook before him. "It looks like you're struggling with this part right here." He leaned in closer to Lisa, their bodies inching perilously close. Her scent – a tantalizing blend of innocence and temptation – filled his nostrils and sent his senses spiraling.

"Yeah, I just can't seem to wrap my head around it," she admitted

"Let me explain it this way," he said, emboldened by the points he had accrued thus far. His arms wrapped around her to write his explanation on the paper. The other hand moved in front of her to keep the paper from moving.

"Does that make sense?" he asked. His hands were mere centimeters from her soft chest. He could almost feel the warmth emanating from her body, beckoning him closer.

"Um, yeah... I think so," Lisa stammered, her eyes cast downward, seemingly oblivious to his wandering hand.

Brandon's fingers finally made contact, brushing lightly against her breast. Would she react? Could she even feel his touch?

"Great," he said, forcing a smile as he tried to maintain a semblance of normalcy. 

"Thanks, Brandon," Lisa murmured, her eyes flickering with an unreadable emotion. "I really appreciate your help."

As their study session progressed, he became bolder in his actions towards Lisa, feeling more confident to touch her inappropriately. Surprisingly, she didn't seem to notice or react like Catherine did when he had explored her buttocks on the bus.

The air in the small restaurant was thick with anticipation, a palpable tension that pulsed with each beat of Brandon's heart. His fingers brushed against Lisa's breast, lightly at first, before daring to press further and give it a squeeze. Her breath hitched, her face flushing a deep crimson, but she remained silent.

"Lisa," he whispered, his voice low and husky, betraying the lustful thoughts that swirled through him. "Are you okay?"

"Y-yeah," she stammered, her eyes darting around the empty restaurant as if seeking an invisible escape route. Despite her obvious discomfort, she made no move to stop him or pull away.

Just as Brandon began to lose himself in the intoxicating power of his actions, the door swung open with a jingle, announcing the arrival of customers. In a split second, reality came crashing back down, forcing him to snatch his hand away from Lisa's body.

"Brandon, we've got customers," the manager called out, oblivious to the transgression that had just taken place beneath her watchful gaze. "Get back to work."

"R-right away," he stuttered, his cheeks burning with embarrassment as he hastily retreated to his station. As he busied himself with taking orders and serving food, the voice from the bracelet chimed in, congratulating him on his boldness.

"Five points for that audacious act." The voice whispered into his ear. "Thank you master. That was delicious."

*****

The restroom door clicked shut behind Lisa, the sudden silence amplifying her racing heartbeat. Leaning against the cold tiled wall, she replayed the scene in her mind. Two weeks ago, Brandon had barely been able to look her in the eye, let alone touch her so boldly. Yet there he was, his hand on her breast, and she hadn't been able to resist.

"God, what's happening to me?" she whispered, remembering the force that seemed to hold her back as she tried to push him away. Instead, it urged her to enjoy the forbidden sensations.

Overwhelmed by a lustful hunger, Lisa locked the restroom door. She hiked up her skirt and slid her panties down her trembling legs. Her reflection in the mirror watched her with hungry eyes, a mixture of shame and desire painting her flushed cheeks.

"Fuck it," she muttered, unable to resist any longer. One hand cupped her breast, fingers pinching and teasing her nipple. The other slipped between her thighs, her fingers plunging into her wet heat.

"Ah!" Lisa gasped, her body shuddering with pleasure. Every stroke and caress mirrored the memory of Brandon's touch, intensifying her arousal. Her hips bucked, seeking more of the delightful friction as thoughts of him filled her mind.

"Brandon... you pervert," she moaned, her anger mingling with wanton desire. Her fingers moved faster, relentless and demanding, driving her towards release.

"Ugh, yes!" she cried out, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. Her body trembled, the aftershocks leaving her breathless and spent.

As Lisa collected herself, the reality of her actions hit her like a freight train. What had she done?

"I can't... I can't let this happen again," she vowed, her voice barely a whisper. She cleaned herself up and returned to work, her expression carefully neutral as she kept her distance from Brandon.

But despite her determination, the memory of his touch lingered, taunting her with the knowledge that their lives had been irrevocably changed.